“May I?”
“Do whatever you like.”

“I did the wrong thing, I’m so sorry…”
*shrug* “It’s okay.”

“Which one…?”
“Either is fine.”

I have lost my favourite flogger (can you believe it?!). I can only think that I must have left it in the hotel where I last used it but they haven’t seen it… I am really quite upset about it.

I am not a toy whore… despite my buying frenzies, a toy is just a toy, I don’t care about them, but BUT… BUT… this one, this one is the only one that has ever felt like it was part of me. I have had it forever, its strands are wide, and worn-in, softish, I can either sting … Continue Reading

There is something about the boys I like, something intangible, something they can’t help in themselves, something unconscious, inviting and irresistible.

I have tried, over the years, to define what it is, to explain it, and have used words like vulnerability, and bravery, and prey, and of those, prey is the closest to describing it, that indefinable ‘it’.

They can’t pretend to have it, there is no kowtowing or genuflecting or ‘acting it out’ that works, there is no way to contrive it or guide someone into it. They either have it, or they don’t and those boys, those … Continue Reading